Holy Presence

Deep within my heart
Where only faith can go
Lies a sacred chamber,
The sanctum of my soul.

It is the holy of holies
The place where the presence of God
Is so absolute, so shattering
No Other can remain.

Here, I am stripped bare
All falsity and unworthiness burned away
By this scorching light
No darkness can withstand.

Shorn of self
The distinctions I’s can see
All that remains is the holy presence
The divine outpouring of itself.

The true communion
Is not between a beggarly soul and God
But Truth with Truth
Light with Light
The meeting of the Real
In what looked like two parts
Now found to be one sacred being
Whose presence is everywhere.

Mirror of the Heart

The mirror beholds
But does not cling
Reflects, but does not change.

To behold the face of God
The heart must become like a mirror
For only the empty can receive the whole
And only the whole and unbroken
Can reflect the fine presence
Of the underlying Void.

Give up self!
It is nothing but crumbs
The consolation for having lost
That which no effort can regain.

Give it all up
Keeping only one thing:
The capacity to give oneself over
To be filled by something greater
The mirror of the heart now radiant
With the face of the Beloved.